Alaric sneered. “If it weren’t for that little debt the Sinclair Family owed me, why would I have married her at all? She wants a child? Then I’ll make sure she never gets one.”
Suddenly, I felt chilled to the bone.
All these years he’d been acting. All the tenderness, all the gentleness, it was all fake.
I was a fool, dancing in the palm of his hand.
I staggered out of the mall, barely holding myself together, when my phone rang.
It was Alaric.
“Where are you? Let the driver take you back to the estate.”
As soon as I arrived at the gate, I saw his black Maybach rocking strangely in the driveway.
My heart felt like it had been torn apart. His words from the baby store still echoed in my mind.
All these years, I’d been nothing but a colossal joke.
The car door suddenly opened. Alaric looked up and froze when he saw me standing there.
Ruby slowly stepped out of the car. The red marks on her neck stung my eyes like blades and her cheeks were still flushed from passion.
Alaric gently said to her, “Go freshen up.”
Then he walked toward me, frowning.
“Eleanor, why do you look so pale?”